Because of Jiang Liuyue's threat, the sound of shelling stopped...
"Didn't I tell everyone to stay in position and use artillery fire to attack? Who ran to the top of the mountain for me!?" Zheng Tan never thought that there would be a flaw in his plan here. He grabbed the telescope and the lens He quickly glanced towards the top of the mountain: "Let me see which bastard it is..."
Then, Zheng Tan saw the snow-white figure in the woman's arms on the top of the mountain.
Meow... Meow Immortal
At this time, Zheng Tan was dumbfounded.
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When Wang Ling was caught by Jiang Liuyue, he was still sensing Zheng Tan's aura. It turned out that Zheng Tan was still cowering at the foot of the mountain, and he felt relieved. At the same time, he was also amazed by Zheng Tan's command.
Commanding tens of thousands of cats to participate in the battle, Zheng Tan was stunned to achieve zero casualties... Not only that, this group of shadow stream killers were bombarded by the surging Italian artillery fire of Zheng Tan's independent regiment, and huddled on the top of the mountain, completely Don't dare to come down.
Wang Ling found that his worries were completely overblown...
Zheng Tan's growth is much faster than he imagined!
Looking back at the woman holding him on her chest, Wang Ling knew that this person was the legendary Lord of Shadow Stream.
But what was strange was that Wang Ling felt that the other party's aura was very weak.
Because according to rumors, the real master of the shadow stream should at least be a god of transformation.
With such doubts in mind, Wang Ling opened his eyes. The situation was just as he expected. This Lord of Shadow Stream was not real, or in other words, not his true form at all—it was just a clone created using psychic clay.
Compared with Wang Ling's Great Clone Technique, the physical structure of the clone created using psychic clay is more stable, and there is no need to think about the disappearance of the clone. But the disadvantage is that such a clone needs to be close to the main body before it can be absorbed. If the clone is destroyed while out, the realm strength of the main body will also be frustrated.
It's no wonder that this woman is trapped on the top of the mountain and dare not come down. If it were the true form of the Lord of Shadow Stream, Zheng Tan's powerful cannon might not be able to do anything to the opponent at all.
This is a very cunning woman. In order to protect her identity from being exposed, she even took out such "insurance".
It can only be said that as the true master of shadow flow, Jiang Liuyue is more cautious than ordinary people imagine, but even so, there is something that makes Jiang Liuyue guard against caution.
That is, Wang Ling's appearance.
"These damn cats... When my Shadow Stream reinforcements arrive later, you will all die!" Jiang Liuyue held Wang Ling tightly and said coldly in a low voice.
Wang Ling stared at Jiang Liuyue indifferently. Although Jiang Liuyue held him tightly, it didn't hurt much. The posture is a little strange, because the two balls behind him even feel like they are leaning on the sofa...
Of course, Wang Ling is not that vulgar. Such plump types have never been Wang Ling's cup of tea.
So when the woman held it up high as a cat, Wang Ling broke away from the woman's restraints with a light twist.
"No!" Jiang Liuyue didn't expect this snow-white Persian cat to be so strong. She hurriedly stretched out her hand to grab it, but her stretched out hand just rubbed against Wang Ling's smooth cat tail. After that, she watched helplessly. A Persian cat was floating in the sky, staring at him with a condescending look.
Jiang Liuyue finally realized that this cat was not simple.
Sure enough... I suddenly appeared on the top of this mountain. Did you rely on some magic weapon to teleport here
"Who are you..." She also looked at Wang Ling.
Then, what she responded to... was a powerful spiritual pressure pouring down like a torrent!
Jiang Liuyue saw a strange light in the eyes of this white Persian cat!
Not only her, but all the Shadow Stream killers on the top of the mountain were unable to move!
Whether it was Jiang Liuyue or Mo Li, they all felt as if their blood was coagulating, their whole bodies were stiff, and they couldn't move...
The frozen Shadow Stream killers all showed frightened eyes. In this state, they could not cast spells at all. The barriers that blocked the artillery fire were all destroyed at this moment!
Wang Ling glanced down the mountain, where Zheng Tan was holding a telescope, waiting for his instructions.
Wang Ling nodded from a distance.
The next moment, Zheng Tan fired several shots that were almost roaring!
Boom boom boom boom…
The entire top of the mountain was instantly filled with rising mushroom clouds...
This series of explosions lasted for a full five minutes before stopping. The smoke on the top of the mountain dispersed, and the Shadow Liu killers were all reduced to coke and collapsed on the ground in various strange postures. The Italian artillery fire was very ferocious, but it did not completely kill the group of Shadow Stream killers. Wang Ling stood in the artillery fire with an aura barrier guarding him, walking leisurely in the courtyard as if there was no one there.
If this was playing a game, you might be able to see a bunch of MISS popping out of Wang Ling's head...
Wang Ling had estimated the power of this artillery fire, and it could only seriously injure this group of people at most.
As long as these people were incapacitated, as for the rest... Wang Ling felt that it would be fine to hand them all over to the state in accordance with past practice!
When Zheng Tan took the chief of staff, the monk, and the commander of the second battalion up the mountain, all the cats saw that the usually fierce leader of the independent regiment was like a wild cat that had been running loose, howling and falling into Wang Ling's arms.
The monk covered his cat face and suddenly felt a little ashamed: "..." You have to be reserved, leader!
Wang Ling: "..."
This was Zheng Tan's second time seeing Immortal Meow, and his excitement was of course self-evident.
After calming down, Zheng Tan finally regained his composure and ordered the cats behind him: "You guys, go search them inside for me..."
The entrance to Shadow Stream's headquarters is in a manhole cover on the top of the mountain, which is relatively secretive. But now no one in the Shadow Stream tribe on the top of the mountain has the ability to move, and the cats of the independent group move without any resistance at all.
Wang Ling looked around and confirmed that all the Shadow Stream killers were down.
Jiang Liuyue's clay clone was blown to pieces, leaving only half of his face.
However, that half of the face was like scorched earth.
She looked at Wang Ling with hatred in her eyes, and she was filled with hatred... She could still speak: "Who are you..."
Wang Ling didn't say anything, but just probed with his spiritual sense. He wanted to use the memory retrieval technique to search Xiajiang Liuyue to see if he could extract any valuable information. But unfortunately, he found that Jiang Liuyue's mind was blank...
Sure enough, you still have to find the true body. Memory exploration is ineffective against clay clones.
Since there was no useful information, this clay clone was of no value to Wang Ling.
Wang Ling opened his eyes, a spiritual light shot out from his eyes, and without saying a word, he blew up the last half of the woman's face...
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At the same moment, in a completely enclosed basement in Jinghua City.
The woman who was sitting cross-legged in seclusion with her eyes closed, also made a "wow" sound and spit out a large mouthful of blood...
(End of chapter)